"Forty-five years old, his hair is half white, he likes to comb it in a bun at the back, insert a fulcrum cuixiangyun phoenix tail hairpin, goose egg face, thick eyebrows, round eyes, and a cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info has a straight nose, slightly thick lips, and rarely smiles ......!"

Yimo grew up beside his godmother since he was a child, and his appearance was engraved in his mind, and he always described it in detail, and Yuqiao listened carefully, and only frowned lightly at the tip of his eyebrows.

Suddenly, he put down his pen, rubbed the paper and threw it in, turned around and went to the copper basin to wash the paint on his hands, and said with a smile: "It's so rusty, I can't even draw by myself." ”

"It takes me half a day to talk, no matter whether it's good or not, I always let me take a look, why did I throw it away?" Yimo was a little dissatisfied, and wanted to get up to pick it up, but Wei Bao was very weird, and kissed her on the cheek, giggling triumphantly.

Yimo's heart suddenly turned into water, forgot about the stubble, stretched out his hand and raised Wei Bao Feifei, and watched Tangtang sit quietly while eating his hands, carved like a porcelain doll, he liked it very much, and sighed: "I really want my godmother to see these two dolls, but they hurt people, and she will definitely like them." ”，

Yu Qiao's heart moved, and he said with a smile: "I painted portraits of Tangtang Weibao a few days ago, and there are still six or seven percent of them. If you don't dislike it, I'll wrap it in a brocade roll and send it to you. "Tell Bixiu to go and get the painting.

After half a moment's effort, he took the painting and spread it out, one is Wei Bao is gnawing on his fat feet with relish, and the other is Zhou Zhenwei holding the sugar candy squinting and smiling, his face is half sideways, hidden and shadowed, but he can't hide his face full of spoiling.

Yimo saw it, and praised the painting vividly, Yuqiao picked up the candy, drank her sweet water one by one, and asked casually: "Does your godmother have her own children?" ”

"Never!" Yimo shook his head: "She rarely mentions her own affairs, and every year during the Cold Food Festival, she will also burn incense and paper to worship, presumably there have been relatives who have died." When I was a child, there were people in the tribe who wanted to marry her, but she never agreed, and now she is half old, and no one mentions it again. ”

The atmosphere was a little melancholy for no reason, and Yu Qiao diverted the conversation and talked about something else.

It was noon, and Bixiu had lunch, all of which were learned from Yuqiao when he saw Xiahou Yin in charge.

I've done it a few times, and the taste is not satisfactory, but Yimo has already felt very good, and he has a few chopsticks for everything he is interested in, and he eats it very deliciously!

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Later, when Zhou Zhenwei came back from the barracks, the two babies played crazy during the day, and slept sweetly on the small bed at this time.

He looked at it for a while, took out a small sword carved from peach wood from his sleeve cage, and placed it at the end of the bed.

Look at Tangtang again, kiss her face, in fact, I like this little girl the most.

After becoming a father, you know how happy it is to watch the baby's lively growth.

Get up and sit down in front of Yuqiao, she is wearing an orange pink shirt, a white silk skirt, is seriously doing needlework, sewing a new dress for him, embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns one by one, the dim candle flame is shaking, reflecting her half-hanging hair bun is black and bright, her eyes are slightly closed, the tip of her nose is upturned, and her red lips are pursed, she looks demure and gentle.

"What did you say to Princess Imo today?" Zhou Zhenwei poured a bowl of tea to eat, and when he came back, he asked Bixiu and knew that they were getting along very well.

Yuqiao glared at him, turning her head away from him.

Zhou Zhenwei pursed the corners of his lips, put down the tea bowl, grabbed her fingers, and asked gently, "Why don't you ignore me?" ”

"It's always a lie, it's clear that Princess Yimo is very beautiful." Yuqiao wanted to get rid of him, but she didn't know that Zhou Zhenwei was a military general, with a good kung fu, between her eyebrows and eyes, the two of them became more and more entangled, and she didn't know when, she couldn't move while sitting on the man's lap.

"I haven't looked at her carefully, it's meaningless and beautiful." Zhou Zhenwei was looking at her jade white and greasy neck, his eyes suddenly darkened, and the hand around her waist tightened.

Yu Qiao noticed that his body was a little stiff, and he was not stupid, so he naturally knew something, his face turned red, and he struggled to stand up: "I'm sweating, I'm going to the bath." ”

"I'll go with you!" Zhou Zhenwei began to suck her neck, and his hand undoubtedly slid into her clothes, and his voice was dark and tempting: "I know that you don't want to, so I can't force you, but half a year has passed, and you complain again, Cao Fenghua has been in the ground, can't you be relieved?" We are husband and wife, we want to live for the rest of our lives, and you can bear to boil me like this every day? ”

Yuqiao was a little painful by his caressing, so she grabbed his hand and didn't move.

I understand the reason, and I know that he didn't betray him, but I think of the difficult journey with Xia Houyin to escape to Broken Flower City, the eagerness to look forward to him in Yulin Town, the sadness and sadness when he gave birth, and the despair and resentment when I saw him in a red wedding dress. I also know that he has indeed endured it for a long time, and once he is happy, he is afraid that he will not be able to stand it.

Many are unwilling to be afraid, she doesn't have the courage to face it head-on, so she can only pretend to be stupid and dodge.

"Now Princess Yimo mentioned that godmother, and I drew a portrait according to what she said, don't you want to see it?" Yuqiao gasped, picked up the tea bowl on the table and handed it to his lips, the meaning was very clear, let him lower the fire.

A touch of disappointment flashed from his eyes, Zhou Zhenwei let go of his hand, watched Yuqiao leave his legs a little embarrassed, took the tea bowl and drank it all, looked at her silently for a while, and his voice was still a little hoarse: "Painting!" You show me. ”

Yuqiao was afraid that he wouldn't speak at this time, and when he heard him open his mouth to ask for paintings, he was inexplicably relieved. Hurriedly went to the bookcase and took it and handed it to Zhou Zhenwei.

Seeing that he glanced at the folds that had been rubbed a few times, he hurriedly explained: "After painting, I thought it would be better not to let Princess Yimo see it." ”

Zhou Zhenwei heard the deep taste in her words, his expression froze, and he unfolded the painting, and his expression suddenly changed greatly.

He has remembered when he was six years old, his parents have been on the border all the year round, and every time he comes back for reunion, his mother and him are always very intimate, inseparable day and night, what he wants, his mother will find out the satisfaction of his heart.

The old woman in the painting, although her face is full of vicissitudes washed over the years, she can still see the heroic face of her youth, as well as a little cinnabar mole in the corner of her eye.

Qiao'er painted very well, and Zhou Zhenwei instantly understood why she couldn't show it to Princess Yimo, it turned out that he was so similar to the woman in the painting.

After the battle with the Hu people that year, her father died, why did she prefer to wander outside the pass, but refused to return, and she was separated for nearly 20 years.

Zhou Zhenwei was a little confused for a while, so he simply stood up with the painting, looked at Yuqiao's worried look, and said reluctantly: "I want to go to the study for a while, you go to bed early!" ”

With his head tilted, he stopped talking and turned around and walked out of the curtain.

is still a broad shoulder, a burly back, but a little more heavy and gloomy.

Yu Qiao followed two steps, but paused again, and finally did not follow again.